For Her Amusement
It never ceases to cause Ms Kadal madam amusement – the fact that her helpless and hapless porch footslave must humbly kiss-respect her dirty boots every time she enters her home. And that he must first beg her for the honour of doing so!
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| Ms Kadal returns home, already looking forward to her porch-footslave's humiliation |
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| 'Oh pray, Ms Kadal madam. Oh bless! Oh bliss! Welcome home, miss. Please may I kiss your boots, madam?' |
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| My mistress kindly accedes to my humble request - much to her amusement! |
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| Out of the top of my eye, I admire her warm socks inside her boots |
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| But my primary focus must be on tasting where she has been! |
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| These are, after all, the boots and socks of freedom - freedom I shall never have! |
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| For I am permanently positioned as Ms Kadal's porch footslave! |
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| This is the humble highlight of my day |
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| It is over all too soon as my mistress proceeds into her home |
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| I can now observe the backs of her sock-tops! |
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| But I try not to look up at them - I am not worthy! |
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| Instead I ponder my lowliness... |
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| ...as my mistress Kadal contemplates her haughtiness |
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| Truly I am a lesser being than her |
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| A thing that kisses her boots and surreptitiously looks up to her socks! |














